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It became harder to live when her scent still lingered in the hallway. It became harder to sleep when all I dreamt of was her. It became harder to see when everything brought images of her.

Living proved difficult. The only time it wasn’t was when the familiar scorching liquid burned my throat.

For the umpteenth time today, I hauled my fingers into my hair. My scalp burned at the touch. But whatever pain in my head was better than the one in my heart.

My fingers protested as I reached for the half-empty bottle. They were weak. Just like the rest of my body.

I tugged the bottle to my lips. My hand barely held its weight, before some of the liquid spilled over my chest.

Forcing my bones, I lifted the bottle to my lips again. This time, it stayed. And I gulped as much before my hands failed me again.

The liquid was hot… burning. With a hint of sorrow and emptiness.

A humourless chuckle escaped my lips. The one person that brought life to my soul was no more. I had chased her away. In spite. And agony.

I let out another chuckle. This time, it was louder and accompanied by a loud burp.

I was a fool to think I’d ever be happy. I was a fool to have gotten carried away in momentary happiness.

I should have known it was short-lived. Happiness wasn’t meant for someone like me. I was unworthy.

I would forever be unworthy.

Dizziness washed through me as I staggered away from the chair. Pushing past the doors of my study. I needed pain relief.

No, more whiskey.

The stench of betrayal was strong as I scuffed through the hallways. But amidst it was something else. Her.

The pain was suddenly unbearable. Like a million knives stabbing through my heart. She was the source of my pain.

And the cure for it.

I stumbled against the door of my room, my head banging on impact. Pain ricocheted through my being as I staggered to the floor.

My vision became even more blurry when a musty smell hit me. It clawed at my senses. Stretching to the depths of my soul.

Slowly I turned my head to the side to see it. The once beautiful flowers.

I let my head fall limply to the floor. Amidst the guilt, the agony, the pain. Only one thought remained.

Something so beautiful had turned sour.

ChapterTwenty-Five

Renee

Threeweeks later…

I smacked my red lips against each other. Nodding at the soft shine. It was all complete.

…Almost.

The crisp material of my suit pants hugged my curves. And the jacket clung to my frame smartly. My hair rolled down in waves. Falling a few inches behind my collar.

The white inner contrasted beautifully with my navy suit. With a slight nod at my reflection, my eyes continued their movement, until it reached my face.

My cheeks, now a little chubbier, were coated in a slightly pink blush. The little brows I’d drawn were perfect. And my glossy lips were just the cherry on top.

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